Eminem

“I…I … I cant tell you,” you say softly.
“Yes you can,” she says with a smile as you walk towards home. You sigh then look down at the ground.
“Fine,” you say. “I’ll tell you, but not here, lets go over there!” you say and point towards the woods, you grab her arm and start to quickly walk towards the woods.
“Ahh, show down!! What could be so secret that you have to drag me to the woods to tell me,” she says as you get to the woods and she gets away.
“Cause,” you say. “I’ll tell you, but you got to swear that you wont tell, my mom, or anybody, nobody at all!”...

“Who is it?” you ask your mother as she comes back into the kitchen.
“I don’t know, he just asked for you two,” your mother explains and sits down at the table… you and Marshall look at each other confused, you both sort of hesitate to move. “Well aren’t you gonna go talk to him?” your mom asks.
“Uh what does he look like?” Marshall asks quickly.
“Hes kinda fat, and hes black. Why?” she asks confused.
“Uhh how bout you tell him that we just left,” Marshall says figuring its DeAngelo.
“Hes gonna ask were we went, you know that,” you say though your teeth to Marshall....

“Abby! What the hell is the matter with you?” Wanda, your friend from high school asks as she enters your office. You look up at her with no expression on your face. “You’ve been staring at that same damn paper for 30 minutes. And you have that same expression on your face,” shes says. You still don’t answer her “Whats wrong!?” she yells at you and closes the door, she sits down in one of the chairs like shes one of your clients or something.
“I don’t feel like talking about it,” you say with the same expression on your face that you have had for the past 30 minutes according...